Blood and Guts

So if you want to see my other blog, go HERE.  It has been getting a lot more attention from me than this one, but I only have one follower so far.  Which is lame.  I know it's getting read because of the little tracker thingy but I want some more followers lol.  I feel.....pointless.







*PROCEED WITH CAUTION*







I'm going to post some pictures from my surgery, so if you don't wanna see it, don't scroll any farther.

The top picture is of two incisions just below my ribs.  I think that's where they stuck in the thing that they used to snip the tubes or whatever that connected my gal bladder to my liver and to my other guts and the other thing that they used to put the titanium clips on what was left so that my liver wouldn't just squirt bile all over the place..........haha.

The bottom one is by my belly button.  That's where they put the camera in so the could see what they were doing.

I have another picture but this thing is being stupid.  It's a little bit bigger than the two and it's where they stuck in some tongs or something to pull the gal bladder out.

Sorry if I grossed you out.  I think it's kinda cool.  My staples are gone so when I get the bandages off I'll probably take another picture.

Under the Knife

Okay, Okay, I know, I've been off the map for a while.  Okay, so for like a month.  Exactly.  I'm sorry.  It's been crazy.  I was going to do Christmas and New Years posts but my computer memory is full and I can't upload any more photos until I go buy me one of those external hard drives.
Anyway, the last week has kind of been nuts and screwed up.  Monday morning at about 2 I had a fever and I was throwing up.  Later that day, I was tricked into going to the doctor.  Ladies and Gentlemen, I DO NOT go to the doctor.  I can only think of 2 or 3 times in my life that I've actually ASKED to be taken to the doctor.  Once with a gal bladder attack when I was prego, and once when I was like 15 and my chest was burning so bad and I was coughing up stomach acid and blood.  If I ASK to be taken to the doctor, my family knows that something must be seriously wrong.  So Monday afternoon Cangrejo said we would go to Walmart to get me some juice, but he insisted on driving because I was feeling kind of dizzy.  20 minutes later he pulled up in front of Instacare.  Um......I don't think so.  When he turned off the car I took the keys.  He got out to walk around to my side, so I locked the doors, and he pulled out an extra set of keys.  Damn it.  He offered to drag me into the building, but I didn't want slush all over me so I walked.  I got up to the counter and the lady was like "Can I help you?"  I said, "I'm sick and he made me come here."

So it was decided by the Instacare doctor that it was probably my gal bladder acting up again and so she called the surgeon people at the hospital and they set me up an appointment with the surgeon.  I went to see him the next day, and he scheduled my surgery.  They didn't even do an ultrasound on my gal bladder.  He decided it was unnecessary from looking at the ultrasound they did on it while I was pregnant.  See, I didn't have gal STONES.  What I had was more like gal GRAVEL.  Tons of tiny, crystal looking stones rolling around in there.  So at 8:30 this morning I went to the hospital to get cut open.  I wasn't all that nervous.  The surgeon said I had to be at least a little nervous or else he was going to have to call the psychiatric department.  Haha.  He was funny, I guess.  The anesthesiologist knew my dad.  (My dad and Cangrejo went with me, and my mom stayed home with Isabel.)  He was pretty cool too.  So the put me out, which is AWESOME.  That's my favorite part about going to the hospital.  I don't remember what really happened after that.  Duh.

An hour and a half later, I started waking up.  I was screaming and moaning and crying, because bitches, I was in some serious pain.  So I guess they stuck another dose of anesthesia in my IV and I was out for another hour and a half.  They made me try to go pee, and I sat in the bathroom for what felt like forever and I couldn't.  (And I was kind of thinking, you guys wouldn't let me eat or drink after midnight, so my tank is probably empty.)  Instead of just letting me off the hook they used a catheter.  I won't go into any other details about that, other than it hurt and I wanted to punch the nurse.  Then they gave me some really yummy apple juice that I had to drink until I could prove to them that I was able to pee by myself.

Anyways I guess while I was out the doctor told my dad (and the Spanish-speaking nurse explained to Cangrejo) that my gal bladder was shaped abnormally and instead of having one tube going in and one tube going out, I had two going in and two going out.  He said they only see that kind of stuff in books during medical school.  So that makes me feel pretty awesome.  Well......I think my lortab is wearing off.  And even though I slept all day thanks to all the drugs, I'm pretty damn tired sooooo I'll be going to bed now.

Oh and P.S.  I feel really bad because I'm not supposed to lift anything 20 lbs or more for at least 3 weeks and I'm not supposed to hold Isabel until my staples are out in a week.  :(  Isabel is about 19.5 lbs and she's a mama's girl and she wants her mommy :(

Starting Young

Isabel went to the doctor today for her 6 month check-up.  The first nurse gave her one of those little cardboard books on counting.  She LOVED it.  She dropped it and so I put it in her car seat and she started screaming at me.  She's gonna love to read like her mama and her grama.  She's been clawing at her ears lately to the point that she makes them bleed, so the doctor checked them.  He was holding her head down, I was holding her arms out of the way and he was trying to see inside her ears.  This girl was screaming at the top of her lungs and she was the color of a marichino cherry.  The doctor says, "She's got some pretty strong opinions!"  Haha, she sure does!  Like mother like daughter.  And then she seriously glared at him for the rest of the appointment until he left the room.  When the nurse came to give her the vaccinations?  Oh.My.Goodness.  It's always the same poor nurse and every time, she sticks the needles in, slaps on the band-aids, and takes off.  Oh, but she never forgets to say "Have a nice day!"..........Oh, you too, lady.  So, here's some adorable pictures of my extremely opinionated daughter.

Pressure Cooker

Sooo I started this blog as an outlet, and it's not doing a very good job.  Partly because I don't like to offend people, and a lot of stuff that goes on in my head, could be extremely offensive.....to some people.  I had all planned out what I was going to type and now the Kardashians are on The Talk and so I'm kind of distracted and I think uhhhhh........................................Okay TV is off for the time being.  That was probably the hardest 3 sentences I've ever written.  So, anyway, back to me being offensive.  Back when I was all innocent I would feel very uncomfortable around foul language or when people were talking about some subjects.  Now that I'm pretty much corrupted I'm not really bothered by anything, with the exception of bullies and racism.  But now I'm all 'grown up' and if some of that is going on, I'll be the first to speak up and tell the ignorance to shut it's face.  If I can make the effort to change the words I use and the topics I speak about when I'm around people that would be offended, other people can to.  Come on people.

Here's the problem; when I choose to edit myself for the sake of other people's feelings, all of that other stuff builds up and I need to let it out somewhere that I won't be worried about bothering someone.

Example A: You know those pressure cookers that people use to can vegetables, or whatever it is they want to can?  Okay, if you leave one of those unattended and the pressure gets to high, all those glass bottles full of green beans are just gonna blow up and make a huge mess all over everything.

Example B: Writing Example A added to the pressure when I had to go back and edit it.

Also, for some reason, I don't mind if strangers know all my business, but sometimes I find it a little irritating and awkward when my family knows everything.  And it's not like this is a new development.  I pretended like I wasn't boy crazy all through middle school in front of my family so that I wouldn't have to talk to them about it.

So from now on this is going to be a family friendly blog :) so that family and friends can see what's going on with my adorable baby and everything.  And I will start my inappropriate offensive blog elsewhere.  It will probably be somewhat anonymous.  But I do love showing off pictures, so I don't know we'll see what happens.

Thanks for reading, yo, and if you find yourself slightly inappropriate and you want to read my other blog when I start it let me know and I'll give you the sight.  Just know that it will be full of trash.

You Don't Wanna Miss This...

I just realized I haven't posted all of my wedding awesomeness.  Well, I definitely wouldn't want you to miss this part, because, well, you'll see.

First I need you to imagine 'She Wolf' by Shakira in your head, because that's the song that our awesome DJ was playing (for the record, I HATE that song and my husband loves it.  If you've seen the video you probably understand why.)

He had just done the whole garter thing, which was just as normal as at any other wedding reception, but then he started dancing. . . . . . . . .

And then he took of his vest.....normally, I would be all over this, but I was a little concerned because there was a lot of really churchie white people around still, and I don't like to offend people, but there wasn't much I could do.

And the dancing continued.....it included a shimmy and some serious hip movement.....

Aaaand then he threw the dress shirt on my head, which I threw behind me (see photo) and then he stripped off his undershirt.  I can't tell you how glad I am he kept the pants on, just for the sake of some of the guests.

I'm sure someone was offended, but our former Stake President was hanging out in the kitchen and he thought it was hilarious.  Also, about 2 weeks after the wedding my dad's cousin called and told me that if she ever gets married again she's marrying a Hispanic because "They sure know how to throw a party!"  Overall, I think his little strip dance was a success.

Creepers

Okay people see the map at the bottom of the page???  That tracks you.  Creepy right?  It doesn't give me any personal information, it just tells me where you're at and what time you read it.  I don't even get names or anything.  So my point is, I KNOW YOU'RE READING MY BLOG!  Would it kill you to comment once in a while?  Haha okay, so you don't have to, but as one of my closest friends has said 'Josie lives to be complimented.'  Here's the catch---you don't even have to compliment me!  Just, you know, I like comments.  I like to know what people think about my stuff, whether it's negative or positive.  And if you have a blog, and I'm not already reading it, I would love to.  I mean, you're blog creeping me, so I should be able to blog creep you right?  Okay, so we're agreed.  Since this post was kind of a waste of all your time I'll leave you some pictures to look at.

 Aww :)  P.S.  If any of you want one of these adorable hats, you can buy one HERE.  My cousin's wife and her sister make them, along with various other adorable things.

 Just for the record, I was told to just wait in the van, so I wasn't supposed to be doing anything specific.

 Oh hey I got my hair dyed.  FOR FREE!

 It bothers me when I'm the only one smiling in a picture.  I feel like a lunatic.

Talk about chubby cheeks!

Name Change

Guess whose name is legally changed.....MINE IS!  The social security office in Ogden only comes here the 1st and 3rd Wednesday of every month so the place gets packed.  They start at 9:30 and I got there with Daisy just after 10.  (She came along because some moron spelled her name different on her birth certificate than on her social when she was born.  First AND middle name.  Seriously, people?)  Oh and I guess now I should call her Daysy since that's how it's spelled now.  Anyways I was number 45 and she was 46.  When they called number 41 I realized that I hadn't brought the CERTIFIED copy of our marriage license.  Just the gold souvenir thing that we signed.  Why do they give you a worthless piece of paper anyways???  Save the trees, yo.  So I grabbed another number as I left(65), and ran across the parking lot to the court house to get another certified copy.  FOR 9 BUCKS!  Anyways when I got back they were on number 52 but they got to my number really fast and everything else went great.

So then I went to the DMV to get a new drivers licence.  That went fine.  The lady kind of glared at me when she asked for my current one and I told her I lost it, but other then that it was great and they took a new picture (thank goodness!)  Oh, and for the record, I took my shoes off and measured myself on their measurer and I am 5 feet and 3 inches!  Take that, Mom!  Oh and I put that I weight 15 pounds less than I actually do, but seriously who doesn't lie about that?  So now on my social I am Josie P Iraheta and on my license I'm Josie Iraheta.  Which is pretty cool.